Dreamed of working at some bookstore, only I wasn't working there quite but. Not sure what was up with that.
Anyways, there were three salespeople, and three books I'd picked out, and whichever one of them sold the most copies of the book I'd picked out and had assigned to them won some sort of prize.
And there was a poetry reading, which went from being a disorganized freeforall as it was Every Week, into being something regimentally organized.
I titled the first poem I performed at this new mess 'What we obviously needed'; the 'reading' was composed of sliding myself into some sort of latex bodystocking/corset-esque thing which seemed to serve quite well as a straightjacket, and wearing a ballgag.
Anyways, there were three salespeople, and three books I'd picked out, and whichever one of them sold the most copies of the book I'd picked out and had assigned to them won some sort of prize.
And there was a poetry reading, which went from being a disorganized freeforall as it was Every Week, into being something regimentally organized.
I titled the first poem I performed at this new mess 'What we obviously needed'; the 'reading' was composed of sliding myself into some sort of latex bodystocking/corset-esque thing which seemed to serve quite well as a straightjacket, and wearing a ballgag.
